The *ML weekend

I gave up swearing for Lent but I think you'd be able to guess what the asterisk in the headline stands for.

Anyhoos. Here it is, my *ML weekend. (Multiply whatever you read here by 100 because I was PMS-sing.)

1. Killer grouchy on Friday night and managed to ruin someone else's time out all from the comfort of my own bed (!!)
2. So tired but too grouchy to sleep, ended up sleeping at 5am.
3. Woke early on Saturday morning to go for brunch.
4. Got a cab early enough to reach said brunch destination on time.
5. Got stuck in not one but TWO traffic jams. On a Saturday morning. Spent 45mins and 21bucks on that stupid ridiculous taxi ride.
6. Blackberry decides not to work on me during the cab ride so I was late, frustrated AND I couldn't tell my friends I was going to be late. Most frustrating half hour trying to work my Blackberry EVER. GOSH THINKING BACK ABOUT THIS STILL MAKES ME MAD. *fumes at Blackberry*
7. Went home to nap and restart the weekend. Woke up with puffy eyes and a pounding headache.
8. Had a talk with a friend during which I exploded into a giant ball of tears and tissues. (I was pms-sing remember) It was ridiculous. The harder I tried to stop crying the harder I cried. I remember cracking a joke about chocolate in my purse while in mid-sniffle. It was a freak show. You should be glad you weren't there to witness that one.
9. Managed to reel in the crazy and think positive ("I'm going to this bday party and I'm DETERMINED to have fun even if that means I will be drunk by 8pm")
10. Went for said party and it was all good for awhile until I got gastric. It was one of those melodramatic crippling sorts. I was reduced to an immovable ball of excruciating pain where all I could do was look up into the sky and go ARE YOU KIDDING ME? AND I CAN'T EVEN SWEAR THE PAIN OFF!
11. Never fear, managed to get Actal and I was okay for awhile. But that also meant I could not drink which meant I could not do point number 9. Nevermind. There has to be some way to be positive without alcohol, right? *Stays positive*
12. Decided not to give into this Murphy of a weekend and go to Zouk with my friends instead.
13. Got whacked right in the kisser when a fight broke out riiiiiiiiiiiiight beside me. It is at this point I stop thinking "what the hell" and just laugh.
14. Gastric comes back! It becomes unbearable to even remain upright so I give up and go home.

Needless to say I'm glad the weekend's over. I still can't believe I got popped in the mouth. Don't worry it wasn't serious at all. I was more ASTERISK MY LIFE than hurt.

I could get used to this not swearing thing.